Someday, in the not-so-distant future, Armaan will no longer say, “VUNDERSTORRM” with unconcealed delight when there is a (you guessed it) thunderstorm.

Someday in the future, I may no longer have the incredible pleasure of his cheery company while I’m making a perfect bolognese sauce from scratch – and he chatters continously, stirs the crockpot, chews a bay leaf for size and tries to guzzle the red wine.

I love these moments with my baby.

So I’m going to give myself a minute to hate a future that may not include them.

Hi MGM, I’ve been lurking on your blog reading up the archives after discovering you a few days ago. I have no blog to share so in the spirit of putting something back into a space that has given me much gratification, here’s a link to an article on parenting from The Atlantic. It was sent to me by my 20 year old son. I am not sure why he felt I should read it. Or am i? http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2011/07/how-to-land-your-kid-in-therapy/8555/